𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ଽ⸙͎۪۫ ‧₊˚ schlattbur. || DISCONTINUED

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗺 believed in soulmates. he read deep into shit about it, listened to peoples stories. he hoped he would find his someday. he constantly reminded himself time was everything. he needed to wait. but theres the thing, hes seen his soulmate. he isnt wondering when his prince charming is going to pop up and sweep him off his feet- hes wondering who the fuck that is in the mirror. everytime he looks in the mirror, he sees some tall man. curly locks with a nice smile. a yellow sweater and a beanie.. who was he? 

he was distressed. his soulmate was right fuckin there! he claimed it wasnt fair and it was ruining his life to see the mystery soulmate in the mirror. if only he could speak to him. get his name. find a way to meet. he had never seen the male in person, never bumped into him, never went to class with him, never sat across from him at a restaurant. it drove him mad.

it wasnt only schlatt who felt that way. the brit was in the same situation. 

wilbur looked into his mirror a lot. just to see the boy he never met. sometimes he would grab his guitar and sing a little tune, describing the ram, talking about how he thinks his personality would be. sure, assumings not always the best choice. but he was sure the ram was a sweetheart. gentle, caring, kind, soft ears like a puppy, never the one to scream or curse every five seconds. just a soul who wanted peace and quiet. 

" FUCK THIS SHIT! " schlatt exclaimed, flopping onto his bed. " connor- i dont even know what to do! i swear to god im goin batshit crazy! every fuckin time i look in the mirror, i get more desperate to meet that damn guy. " he sat up. he had been venting his heart out to his friend without meaning to, but connor was listening through it all. connor already found his soulmate. they were living together- /happy/ in eachothers presence. schlatt was almost jealous. not of the girl or connor, just the fact they found eachother. it was bullshit. " schlatt, man, hes gonna pop up someday. unless hes like- i dont know. just stop thinking about him so much. hes really getting to your head. " 

schlatt stayed silent for a bit. how could he stop thinking about him? it was torture to look in the mirror and see him, or even just think about him. he really wanted to see him. " youre right. ay, uh, thanks- thanks connor. ill talk to you later. " he muttered before hanging up and groaning. for the love of god, could that guy show up on his door step and end this whole situation? 

;  grr that angst is taking forever- anywho, probably gonna do a part 2 for this! im genuinely interested in this soulmate au thingy. this was the prompt i got:  Your character can see his soulmate in his bedroom mirror every night. They've never met in real life.